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"Silly Of Me" 

Is it Silly of me…? 

To tremble at the excitement of you 

to be overwhelmed with high 

because you might be the guy 

who bond that ties.

Is it silly of me…?

To wonder and day dream 

of the possibility, 

that you maybe the one 

who holds the key.

Is it silly of me…?

To yearn and desire 

the smell of your aroma, 

To touch and taste 

from your one kiss 

that will leave an imprint in my mind

A yearning stain permanently on my lips

Yes I must admit 

you are hard to resist

The craving aches inside

The loyalty will be blissful

The question is are you

Man enough…to sustain a woman real love 

Mmm something I long for 

Is it silly of me…?

To think you, thirst you, dream you, 

miss you and not know you. 

I feel you, I sense you, 

So is it silly of me…?

To know I am Woman enough

Strong enough, loyal enough,

To continue to love you hard enough…

Victoria Sensual©2013

"Shine"

 I will shine.
even when my light has burned out.…

I will shine…
I will continue, to smile,
although you can not witness...

I will always be,
your child that left so quickly...
My heart no long beat,
to its rhythm its once knew...

My sound of my feet,
that once walked to hug you,
is still there just invisible...

 My love that you knew,
that made you smile,
will always be with you...

 I want you to know,
that I know, you will always love me...
 even though you can't see me...

 I want you to know,
that I know, you would of tried.
to protect me from harm...
 even if it meant to end you...

 So please know,
I am at peace with him,
and he told me to tell you...

 I am here and look toward the stars.
 and see me shine...

l.

I will shine.

Written By Victoria Sensual Poet©2014

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Yesterday

"Yesterday"

The fabric, a product that’s been weaved and cut from this harsh society
I live the life, and life I lived has shown disappointment after disappointments.

The word love used with no purity or loyalty dashed against the walls of reality.
Nothing last forever not even my being. I am alas, an illusion of self contained.

Shock waves of trickery run rapidly through my veins. A rumbling element of cruelty everywhere misplaced. Many journeys traveled led me to this place.

To believe I can not erase my past but except its history. So I live my life from its failures of yesterday for yesterday has passed.

But here right now I’ll speak to say I do still remember...

“yesterday”.

HOW DO I

Sitting here in confusion debating with the confliction of past and present, how do I divide the two? When do you let what has died lie, and let the present represent it self and be the focus of today.

I've been pained my heart has been broken I wear the fabric of worn and misused. I want to trust, I want to need to love but cant see pass the misery thats haunts me. My mind just won't let me be, trying to sleep tossing and turning from the nightmares; the pain of hurt keep taunting me.

How do i get pass the others ones mistakes? How do i allow the next ones in and pass the guarded gate? How do I erase partial of myself so I can begin to breath? How do I heal a wound with scar tissue that fester from the slightness of touch?

These are the questions I ask myself right before bed, this is what tugs at me in my head. Why can't I just lay down and close my eyes? How do I or should I just pray to God and say "Please take this pain from me, please set me free.

You know what? I just realize! I have yet to cry....Why?Because I have yet to unchain these shackles so the tears can flow from my eyes....HOW DO I.....

INSIDE

Sitting in mediation, flowing in motion. Captivating each thought while engaged in the endurance. Some are sharp lingers on more then others.

Penetrating and stimulating covering like a blanket of coals. Trying to devour as it pierces through like a sharp shinning object with a purpose to conquer and defeat.

Leaving trails of darkness continuing on like the abyss. Where is this? Am I swallowed alive by this bottomless beast? What is this that plaques? It’s strong, tough, and harsh ripping and clawing at my heart. Oh the pain, striking and missing the main vein.

Your name, Could it be “Misery” trying to defeat the love within me? Lord hear me, its possessing me. Hear me plead set me free I am trying to fight, where’s the light? Blinded without sight .....
inside my soul I fight